Dear Dirty Diary: I Fucked My Married Neighbor – #Erotica

When the dirty diary secrets must be revealed!

“I hope you liked last week’s dirty diary entry.  I do believe you will enjoy this week’s naughty entry just as much, so stay tuned for all the intimate details from a hot afternoon I had with my neighbor while his wife was out of town, and I couldn’t resist his availability!”  I said into the microphone on my desk, a glass of wine at my side, a candle lit, and a gold book with shiny gilded gold pages and all the deepest darkest secrets one could ever wish to have accumulated within it.  “So, if you’re ready, please relax and enjoy the diary excerpt from last weekend.  Dear Dirty Diary,  You know I can’t help but long to fill your pages.  It’s as if I cannot get enough of being a dirty little slut and getting fucked good and hard by a wide variety of men, and I’m not going to lie, women too at times.”  I read from the lined pages of my most special secret book.  I got so turned on by knowing my secrets aroused my listeners.  I loved that cocks got hard at the sound of my voice, and pussies were dripping wet from my words.  It fed me, and I craved more and more of it.  I always loved sex and being a nasty, dirty girl, but once I realized I could share these stories, it amplified the pleasure of each experience, and I couldn’t wait to get home and immediately log every little detail of the moment. And I did it with passion and energy that others could feel and lose themselves in as much as I lost myself in the experience that filled the page.

“So, I arrived home from class, it was a beautiful Friday during my senior year of college, and I climbed the steps to my top-floor apartment when I noticed Mike, the hot fireman that lived next door to me, out on his patio.  I had always had the hots for Mike, but Mike was a married man, and it seemed that no matter how many times I tried to flirt, come onto, or offer myself up to him, he somehow managed to resist.  This time was different, however.  I stopped at the top of my staircase as I sifted for the key to the door; I got the urge to go back down the steps and over to him.  Maybe this will be when I get to write all about how the hot, married firemen neighbor fucked me while his wife was away in my dirty diary! I thought to myself as I set my books down on my car and walked on over.  Mike looked sexy like always, and it didn’t seem to matter if I saw him in gray sweats or tight jeans; he was always the perfect-looking man to me.  God, I wanted this sexy married neighbor of mine.  I flipped my long blonde hair with my hands, fluffing it and adjusting my denim mini skirt and top on the walk between our properties.  I wanted to look my best for fireman Mike.”  I continued, reading to my listeners from the pages of my diary in a slow and sexy voice that would captivate and keep them clinging for more.

“Hi there, Mike!  How are you?”  I asked as I flashed a smile and sat down in the chair across from him on his patio.  I could see that something was bothering him as he sipped a beer and sort of stared blankly off in the distance at the wooded view behind our properties.  “Hey, Kelly.  Not so good.” He replied, running his fingers through the top of his hair; that was a sexy, tussled mess that had my groin tingling even more than usual.  “Sarah is away, and things haven’t been great between us.  I just got a text from someone with a picture of her and another man.  I haven’t called her yet; I’m still processing the fact that my wife is clearly cheating on me, and whether I want to or not, I will have to deal with it.”  He added, looking so upset and yet so numb and detached at the same time.  I didn’t want to capitalize on his grief, but he was vulnerable, and I always wanted him.  I was also trying very hard to reach my goal of having 75 pages of sexual experiences logged into my dirty diary journal by the time I graduated from Mount Caramel College in the next few months, and I was so close!

“I’m so sorry, Mike!”  I said, getting up from my chair and rushing to his side.  “Is there anything I can do?  I mean, I can keep you company for the next couple of days.  We could maybe have a fire tonight.  Have a few drinks, and talk.  I can take your mind off of her and what she did to you for a little while, at least.”  I said as I ran a hand over his knee.  He looked up at me with those big gorgeous blue eyes of his, and it was like he saw me for the first time.  Something seemed to snap in him.  “You know, I never noticed that you had such beautiful green eyes.”  He said, reaching up and stroking my face and maintaining intense eye contact for a moment as his soft fingers traveled my jawline and sent tingles down my spine.  My dirty diary is going to be steaming tonight!  I thought to myself as I felt the wetness; he was inducing a rush between my legs and soaking the purple satin panties I wore under the little denim skirt.  All at once, I wanted to suck his cock.  I wanted to take it in my mouth and pump away until he burst all over me.  God, I was making my own mouth water.  “Let’s go inside a moment, Mike,” I whispered as our eyes continued to gaze deeply into one another’s starry, dilated gaze.

I didn’t even have to ask him twice.  In seconds we slid the door closed from the patio, and he pulled me in close, kissing me wildly like he’d been craving me for years!  “Oh my god!” I said as I breathlessly pulled my lips from his for just a moment trying to get my composure and my bearings from the kiss that swept me right off my feet!  God, he was good.  It seemed he was good at everything he did, and I couldn’t wait to feel and experience more of him. “Let me help you forget anything on your mind, Mike.  I always wanted to do this.  May I please suck your cock?  Get it all nice and wet for my tight little pussy?”  I asked, dropping to my knees and looking up at him, waiting for the green light.  As soon as I knew he wanted it, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down to remove his large, hard cock.  Oh diary!  This may end up being my favorite dirty diary entry of all time!  I whispered inside my head as I opened my lips to give this hard, stiff shaft a tender lick.  He moaned as my tongue traced the head of his cock.  His moaning increased as my tongue followed the length down every pulsing vein to the base, where I then went lower to suck in each of his full balls hanging below.

“My god.”  I heard him say as his fists clenched the kitchen countertop behind him, trying to withstand the amazing sensation of a new, eager mouth that only wanted to make him feel good. “Your cock is amazing, Mike.  I’ve wanted to suck it for so long,” I whispered, looking up at him before my mouth closed and gave him the relief of a full push to the back of my throat. “I want to fuck you, Kelly,” he said, pulling me up to him for another passionate kiss as he worked to quickly remove my clothes.  He grabbed me and lifted me up onto the kitchen counter.  His mouth feverishly and seductively kissed the sides of my neck before he trailed down to my firm breasts.  I gasped as his mouth closed around my nipples, suctioning onto each one and pulling out to allow them to pop free from his suction naturally.  Before I knew it, his cock filled my pussy side to side and bottom to top.  I took him deep in me as he pumped aggressively in and out.  We both screamed in pleasure from the deep, satisfying thrusts that had him bursting deeply into me in minutes. His warmth filled me unexpectedly to both of us.

“So, dirty diary listeners, I finally not only fucked my hot married fireman neighbor, but I spent the night with him, and we did it three more times before morning came.  I think it’s safe to say I made him forget all about his dumb cheating wife!”